Analysis of Dolor of Autumn

The acrid scents of autumn,  
Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear  
Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn  
And the snore of the night in my ear.  

For suddenly, flush-fallen,
All my life, in a rush  
Of shedding away, has left me  
Naked, exposed on the bush.  

I, on the bush of the globe,  
Like a newly-naked berry, shrink
Disclosed: but I also am prowling  
As well in the scents that slink  

Abroad: I in this naked berry  
Of flesh that stands dismayed on the bush;
And I in the stealthy, brindled odours
Prowling about the lush  

And acrid night of autumn;  
My soul, along with the rout,  
Rank and treacherous, prowling,
Disseminated out.

For the night, with a great breath intaken,
Has taken my spirit outside  
Me, till I reel with disseminated consciousness,
Like a man who has died.  

At the same time I stand exposed
Here on the bush of the globe,  
A newly-naked berry of flesh  
For the stars to probe.